"Alright now ya 'lil cutie, c'mon over here." A soft voice commanded, pretty and melodic with a light southern twang, and so Comfy obeyed. She'd been assigned as his handler ever since his accidental transformation, and he'd grown quite fond of her. Led on by leather he trotted just behind her, his achingly swollen tits dragging on the grassy earth. It was fairly clear from anypony's perspective that the poor cunt-colt heffer was in desperate need of a thorough milking.

It wasn't long until they'd passed the green blanket of open fields, dotted with hay bales here and there and the occasional large tree that provided shade for the various others of his kind. Here on this part of the farm they were all breedable cows like him, mare or otherwise, unless they happened to have any extra equipment. Those had their own spot on the farm, and the same went with the bulls. Back when he'd been a regular pony he'd understood why that was necessary, but now that he was a horny cow boy he was just grumpy that he didn't get to be reamed ten ways to Sunday by any fat-cocked breeders around him at all times, especially his favorite one.

"And here we are, sweet thing." His handler announced, ushering him into his pen. She turned to face him and shot him a freckled smile that could melt hearts, and for a dumb animal like him made him instinctively obey. She was a beautiful mare with captivating emerald eyes, lily yellow fur, and a silken mane of pinks and rose, but she wasn't a bull and didn't even have a cock. Still, he could appreciate her puffy mound and its fertile scent. "You've done this all before, juss putcher fores up there and ah'll hook ya up just like a like."

He did so, eager and thankful at the prospect of having his painfully full teats relieved of their pressure. That relief came instantly as the cups sucked onto his plump nipples, making him give a girly, moaning moo of alleviated discomfort. Soon enough the machine was kicking into high gear and tugging forcefully at his milk-sloshing jugs, issuing forth an apparently endless stream of white into the plastic tubes.

For a while, Comfy merely stayed like that and let his body loosen, eyelids drooping far down and tongue lolling out his open jaw as his reservoir of milk was harvested from his ripe tankards. Earlier on, in the first few weeks of his existence as a cow pony, he may have taken the time to reflect on his circumstance a little. Back then, so long as he wasn't around any bulls or being fucked by them - his favorite in particular - he'd still be semi-intelligent, at minimum enough to think about things. But as time went on and with each opportunity he was granted to mate he got a little stupider, a little less capable, and by now he was as much a piece of livestock as any other.

He wasn't even aware his handler had left until he heard her hooves clip-clopping along the floor back towards him, alongside another set. He looked towards the new arrival, and his pussy gushed on the sight of who she'd brought with her return.

"Moo!" He called, and instantly a deeper, huskier "Moooo!" was called back.

"Figured you two could use a 'lil company. Ah know it's been a while since ya two spoke." She giggled at her own joke. "Plus, she's still gotta knock you right on up again since yer first batch came out last week."

He trembled with anticipation as Summer approached, his juicy folds winking rapidly at her as fluids dribbled out liberally between his hind legs, inevitably staining the fur of his breasts too. She got close behind him, snuffing and snorting his scent into her nostrils before giving a general grunt of approval and a long lick up his slit that left him whimpering.

"Go head, gal. Ah'll just be watchin' back here." The mare gestured, nodding towards Summer. That had been a thing he himself had done once upon a time, standing back to ensure no harm during the breeding process. He had been Summer's handler prior after all, and knew from that experience as an observer and current experience as her brood-sow that she often fucked rough.

And with those words spoken, that was all the she-bull fuck-stud needed to hear to get into position. She reared up and hooked her forelegs around the same steel bar he was using and drove her hips forward, mammoth dick-slab already pouring out of her sheath. So excited to breed her little heffer-bitch again though, even more than he was to be bred, she misaligned her trajectory and buried the blunt cockhead into his cleavage. That elicited a startled moo from him and a more irritated huff from her, and in her unintelligent frustration at sticking her dick in the wrong place she continued to pull out and thrust back in to try and plumb the correct depths she desired.

Ultimately, this led to him getting an impromptu titfuck from her massive tool. He faintly wondered if there would be any intervention to redirect her course, but the handler's subtle smirk communicated amusement more than anything. He was fine with that though, since it gave his globes extra stimulation, although the spurting pre from her tip was quickly making a mess of things. After a while of failing to pull back enough for a proper re-alignment however, even Summer seemed to start enjoying it despite her initial annoyance, panting with a glazed look in her eyes as her hips pistonned and swinging orbs whapped against his pillow-meat.

Eventually though, she did hit her mark. By that point the atmosphere had become humid and steamy, reeking of sweet-smelling cunt from mare and cow alike along with the virile stench of an alpha breeding bull. Through it all he'd whined and mooed in desperation to get his boy-hole stuffed, and so when that spear shunted itself hard into his depths he nearly cried in bliss. After that, it was all a matter of ritual. Summer had already been using his cleavage as a fleshlight for long enough to build her climax, and his overly sensitive pussy wasn't far behind from a release either.

When she came with a dominating groan and rush of hyper-potent bull-seed, he practically squirted himself silly from his snatch and milk-nozzles alike. Each hard throb and individual stream of steaming jizz-slop that slung into his chamber she'd punctuate with a brutal thrust, holding her root to his pubis until it had finished, only to rear back for another.

When it was done, they were both panting and he was almost unconscious. He was sad when he felt her slip out after a pause, but even as his handler left to bring her back to her section he smiled, knowing he'd satisfied her and that she'd satisfied him.

With a belly full of cum and his swaying tits well-drained, if he still had the mind to he wasn't sure he'd have changed that fateful day he became nothing more than just another sow at the farm. The life of a calf factory was bliss.

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